Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

A sign that Astraeus was somewhere, struggling in this unknown world she brought him. Her unhealthy obsession with this search was exhausting; her son was everywhere, in her mind, her heart, her every limb. She did not even met him properly, did not even spend enough time to get attached, nothing. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, the main issue being if she  would actually like the needle or not. Interesting way of thinking, isn’t it?
 
Agana shifted her weight nervously; a sudden wave of uncertainty hit her. It was probably the future meeting with her son. Was he going to remember her? Unless Mahler spoke up about her, or Andraste’s mate, then he wasn’t going to. The argent was torn between two outcomes for this; she will either find him, or will learn that he is no longer alive.
 
Ironically, this situation was not the reason she felt uncertain. A voice broke her serenity, a way too familiar voice. “The giant trunk himself,” Dreven; she rolled her eyes at his pronunciation of her name. “It’s Agana without the 'r'.” That was not her true name; it was a name she gave to herself after one of the gods her old pack worshiped. Agana was religious, but not as religious as her family, and the only god she felt connected to was Agana. Her memory played with her, she no longer remembered what Agana was worshiped for; luck? Power? Something like that. Her name is a subject she will not discuss publicly, at least not yet.
 
“You are one annoying fella, did you know that?” she narrowed her eyes at him, laying down on the cold, rigid surface of the stone; if looks could kill. “The devil took a break today and left me in charge for the night.” This could have been a peaceful, stargazing night, but no, someone had to interrupt it. “This is not the Forsaken so you could spare me your rudeness.” He had no reason to attack her; she was not crossing any border, the Heartwood was far away from the Altar. He also did not seem in the mood to be rude, so that was something. The lioness kept a close eye on the trunk while still watching the night sky.